I heard a throat clear, and I turned. I recognized the couple—a man who looked like a model and a gorgeous woman with curves in all the right places, jet-black hair with bangs, and a killer smile. She was wearing Rune’s number on her jersey, while he was perfectly put together and completely out of place in a locker room. His silky-looking black tailored pants were cut a little above his ankle, and he wore black loafers, a purple sweater, black scarf, and a long overcoat in a rich purple that perfectly matched the Seals’ colors. He wasn’t in a jersey, but it was obvious he was a fan.
“G’day, Miller,” he said.
“Remind me who y’all’re again,” I responded, knowing I’d met them but not remembering their names.
“I’m Beckett’s girlfriend, Cleo,” the woman answered and stepped forward to shake my hand. “We met at the teambarbecue.” She gestured to the man standing next to her and added, “This is our friend, Joey Hudson. We just wanted to thank you.”
Rune had good taste, but his attempts at hiding his relationship were pitiful. Maybe no one else had picked up on it, believing his description of Joey as a friend, but I saw straight through it. I’d seen straight through it the first time he’d spoken about them both.
“For defending Becks. I—we—appreciate it,” Joey finished, cutting off my thoughts. He smiled, and I blinked. If he’d been good-looking before, he was downright beautiful when he smiled.
Keeley swept into the room, holding a sleeping Hannah against her chest and a padded bag slung over her free arm.
“Cleo, Joey, hey. Rune had a heck of a night.” They greeted her, repeated their thanks to me, and exited. Keeley turned her attention to me the moment we were largely alone. I had her almost all to myself. “Miller, good game too.”
“Of course it was,” I teased.
“I expected nothing less.” She rolled her eyes and added, “I’ve emailed you some pointers on what to post online after your penalty. Stick with the script, please. We want fans to respond positively. Remember you’re trying to become family friendly.”
“But I’m so much better when I misbehave.” I wiggled my brows and shot her a grin.
She stepped in closer to me, and I inhaled her scent. It was something subtle. Not floral or spicy, just something I couldn’t name, but my dick sure took notice. I was still in my undershirt, soaked from the game, but she didn’t hesitate to pat my pec and purr, “You’ll get a gold star if you behave.”
I sucked in a breath and Keeley gave me a satisfied smile. “Good boy.”
“Y’all’re teasin’ me, darlin’,” I rasped, my accent so much stronger whenever I was turned on.
“Go do what you need to do, Miller. Then get some sleep.”
I laughed, then adjusted my hardening dick still in my cup. “Sleepin’ is the last thing on my mind, darlin’.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt his presence before I saw him.
Spencer.
I searched the room, and our gazes clashed. He was standing in the doorway, his arms braced on the bulkhead. My mind’s eye flashed with my earlier fantasy—me going home to both him and Keeley—and in that moment, it didn’t feel like a stretch at all. I wanted exactly that.
Spencer gestured outside with a tilt of his head, and I understood his silent order.Cool down, shower, andmeet me outside.
Then Keeley was called away, and the connection I’d been manifesting so hard snapped. My cooldown was as quick as I could make it and the shower was a thirty-second affair. I threw on my clothes, then hightailed it out the player’s entrance.
Spencer was waiting for me at my truck, his legs crossed at the ankles. He was leaning his head back against the cab, his eyes closed, blocking out the spotlights overhead.
I threw my bag in the back and then crowded Spencer, pressing myself against every inch of him. He grasped my hips and pulled me closer until we were connected from chest to knee.
“We won,” I murmured against his mouth. He pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of my lips, a tease of what he was capable of. I gasped when he tightened his grip on my hips. I wanted him to leave fingerprint-sized bruises there after he’d fucked me into oblivion.
“You did.” He nuzzled my throat, and my body lit up like a firecracker. I was already hardening, my cock throbbing with every heartbeat “Is your hand okay?”
“It’s fine. Hurt for a minute, but it’s good now.”
He took my hand in his and inspected it, brushing his fingers over my knuckles. “I don’t like you fighting.”
“He touched my goalie.”
“Yours, huh?” I nodded, and he smiled. “Yeah, I like it here too.”
“Let’s go home so you can fuck me.”
